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So there I was, 16 and standing in GC lusting after every guitar in there. I didn't know how to play, or what was good or bad, but I knew I had to have a guitar. I came in everyday for like 3 months. One day, the owner walked over and gave me an American Strat. He said how much money could I get by Friday? I told him $200. He said, bring me the money and this is yours.
It took me 4 years to realize it was an American! By that time, I had a crazy ex-girlfriend who decided she wanted to Hendrix it-smash/fire. It was older and perfect in everyway, other than all the crappy stickers I put on it. Man I wish I still had that thing. Oh well, I like my H1.
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Damn you Mike Matthews!!! And your glorious Big Muff!
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